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28 That the gleam of his old white hat afar,

Like the crested plume of the brave Navarre,

That day was their oriflamme of war.

So raged the battle. You know the rest:

How the rebels, beaten and backward pressed,

Broke at the final charge, and ran.

At which John Burns—a practical man—

Shouldered his rifle, unbent his brows,

And then went back to his bees and cows.

That is the story of old John Burns;

This is the moral the reader learns:

In fighting the battle, the question's whether

You'll show a hat that's white, or a feather!